Brown eyes

Emjii

This is what I most of all loved about Vince..

That day, he sat there watching me write my love story for our English class. He smiled at me. His eyes glistening. There's this happiness in his eyes. I felt so absurdly happy in his presence. I might not be able to tell him how much I loved him. He was the angel I've been asking God for years now. I love him till the ends of the world. Now I wonder what he feels for me. Can it be possible that he loves me as much?

I stared at my paper. I read all that I've written. I realized how much my world revolves around him. I realized how much love I felt the first time we met. I can still remember it. How fast I was running to get to my next class. How hard it was to fall on my butt when I bumped into him. How I stared beautifully over his beautifully sculpted physique. How I stared blankly into his deep blue eyes. There, my love story started. So did my life.

I kept rewinding this moment in my head. I will never be able to find someone like Vince ever in my life. I was just so happy to look at him. He looks at me differently. He is different. He is not like any other guy. Oh, how I wanted to be in his arms right now. How I wanted to kiss his red and luscious lips. How I wanted to hear his angelic voice whispering into my ear the words that made me.."I love you.."

I blinked twice. Everything was blurry. Everything was cloudy. That was all I remembered besides his arm against my back and his angelic face looking at me weirdly.


This is what I shall never forget in my life...

That day, I looked at this girl in our English class. She seemed so happy. She also looks familiar. But there's something about her that was quite different from what I remembered.

I was walking on the hallway when someone bumped into me. I guess she was in a hurry. She's a girl. Looking at her, I guessed she's just as old as I am. She's petite and she has a long black hair. She stares at me differently. She has a blank expression on her face. Like she saw a ghost or something. I offered her my hand. I said sorry and introduced myself. She just stared. She's weird at first but I came to like her.

After that day, I always see her on soccer games, on the hallways, and even in class. I discovered her name was Mary. For years she had been the same. We never spoke besides that time when I introduced myself. She just stared at me. I felt she's thinking about something really deep. She just stared, no more no less. She frequently smiled.

Then came that day. I tried to be extra friendly. I smiled back at her. She does the same while doing our class activity. She stared at me then into her paper. At the last time she stared at me like she was deeply troubled. When she stared back at her paper, I walked to her. That was when I noticed that she was very pale and she passed out. I ran my hands down on her back trying to lift her and revive her as well. She was very pale and weak. She opened her eyes. And that was my last sight of her brown eyes staring at me. I never had a chance to tell her that I liked her. I never got a chance to tell her what I feel.

It had been a week since I stood there, at her wake. I stared into her coffin. I felt a deep ache in my heart. I never got a chance to tell her. Leukemia took her faster than lightning. I knew I liked and even loved her till the ends of the world. Now I wonder what she feels for me. Can it be possible that she loves me as much?